Our digital identity crisis never ceases to astound me.
Remember that old cartoon with the caption: “On the Internet, no one knows you’re a dog”?
Nowadays just substitute: “On the Internet, no one knows you’re human”.
We are constantly mistaken for robots, for machines.
Or rather, we are presumed machine until proven human.
It seems everytime we click these days, we have to squint our eyes to decipher alphanumeric characters often too cryptic even for human retinae.
Please confirm your password: you must include at least one number, one non-alphanumeric character, one capital letter, one ancient greek alphabet, and one ounce of memory loss… where will it end? Good thing my password is the same for everything:
2 ∞ & →
Episode 2 of our Digital Dyspeptic podcast is now out! Sticking to our alliterations, the topic we’ve chosen for this podcast is “digital darlings” (love and relationships in the digital age).
(You can also access it directly here).
A mobile phone saga made it on Anderson Cooper’s Ridiculist this week. A woman spent 16 hours in a “quiet” train car talking non-stop on her phone despite complaints from fellow passengers and announcements on the intercom. She was finally kicked off the train.
What surprises me most about this story is that apparently there are people out there who still use their mobile devices for talking. What doesn’t surprise me is that we haven’t managed to find the right balance when it comes to techno-social etiquette…
Technology is affecting every aspect of our daily life. For some, SMS has become indispensable – so indispensable that many people text before engaging in a “live” call, if at all. Losing a mobile can cause anger, denial, frustration, panic… all the stages of a so-called digital bereavement. It occurred to me as I spent part of the holidays away from home with no internet access, a broken fixed line and a lost mobile phone just how connected we all need to be. For the first few days, I was beside myself. Imagine that – i would be unreachable and would not receive those new year texts that happily clog up the networks on the 31st. Withdrawal symptoms lasted a few days and I then adapted. I got to know the payphone again and was most thankful to irish pubs for their free wi-fi access. In order to meet up with friends, we decided in advance where and when and established contingency plans. It was more difficult, but strangely enough, it always worked. And the effort we put into meeting up seemed to add something intangible to the interaction, especially when making new friends. Now, mind you, I was more than delighted to return home to find my mobile in the dark hole that is the floor of my car. Alas, my digital exile was over! Hello world! How complex has become, I thought, our relationship with technology. And so began this blog….